And the sun still shines on paradise island
Its radiance belies a deep dark deception
And as warm waters bathe paradise island
Its comfort conceals a cunning cold connivance
On the shimmering sands of paradise island
Cages and chains pray on our conscience
And as palm trees sway on paradise island
In the shadows they lurk persona non grata
I can see the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
I can hear the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
I can feel the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Do you know they’re ghosts on Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay
Can you see the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Can you hear the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Can you feel the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Do you know they’re ghosts on Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay
And so ends all romantic notions
Discard due process, and redesign justice
Detained by decree, starved of humanity
Unaccused and untried unconvicted, unjustified
haunted voices echo in silence
thoughts and feelings suppressed in blindness
unseen faces imprisoned in darkness
and we all remain guilty in our ignorance
There are phantoms, apparitions
These are the lost souls of Guantanamo Bay

Guantanamo Bay
How they haunt us
Freedom taunts us
And the lost souls of Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay

Written by Jeremy Karodia and Ayub Mayet

_________________"The one who is (truly) imprisoned is the one whose heart is imprisoned from Allah, and the captivated one is the one whose desires have enslaved him." Ibn Taymiyah